OK, so it's not bad sub par-California-styled-taco-stop fare, but boy is it greasy. Anytime I have craved this place it has been after midnight, and every time I drive there in my PJs (sometimes onesies) I think it'll be different. And every morning after the said sequence of events, the result is an upset stomach. Why, oh why, do I live so cyclically? Also, there's a lot of g@ng activity encircling the area. Bring arms (and legs).